Blacktail Deer Plateau I'm Hemingway with a shot of whiskey

though dante's voice was light-hearted, lasher's appetite fled and his ears preened forward above features gone tense with worry. their world seemed to have been rutted in a difficult way; he was not optimistic regarding what it was the silver male had to say. in many ways, the druid had lost a great lot of his wonderment, the freedom that had buoyed his spirit through these years.

would that he regained such a sense of self, but he did not think that he would. "speak," he encouraged softly, settling himself and motioning for dante to do the same.